Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 556 Farewell

"The vampires are retreating!"

This sentence came from the mouth of a soldier who was constantly scouting the situation in the city. The general seemed extremely unbelievable. He grabbed the scout by his collar like crazy and asked about the authenticity of this matter.

"What, are you sure the vampires are retreating?"

The scout nodded firmly, and the city gate that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened, but instead of a large army pouring in, many undead creatures left.

"The vampire army began to evacuate 10 minutes ago. Our reconnaissance points around the area show that the undead hiding in the dark have all left."

Three 10 minutes ago, when Prokin died...

Seeing that the number of undead marching towards the central square was decreasing, Laskoll ordered the flag bearer to insert the flag of the Flame Eagle in the center, symbolizing a staged victory in this battle.

The sound of musket guns gradually subsided, and there was only a long pause, killing those mortal auxiliary troops who were still lingering on the ground.

The wounded were pulled by the carriage to the rear for treatment, pieces of rubble were piled up in several key passages, and soldiers who had fought for a long time took turns to rest.

Before he understood what the vampire was doing, the general adopted a resolute fighting stance and could not show any flaws.

A banner suddenly rose from the street leading to the city gate. It was the giant white bear banner that symbolized the Kislev court, not the blood-colored giant bear of the vampire queen.

A few people wearing fur jackets and bearskin hats walked to the center without weapons. The leader's wrinkled face was full of indescribable fatigue and sadness.

And the captain in charge here knew this old man—Miller Yadnov, the female tsar's courtier.

"Shooting is prohibited, stay alert." The captain stretched out his hand to suppress the muzzle of the soldier, and cast his eyes on the dozen or so civil servants.

"Miller Yadnov, you are much older than I remembered."

The old man who was pointed at by many guns looked very calm, as if the one standing here was not himself, but an insignificant person.

He opened his mouth with most of his teeth missing, and tried his best to let the sound be transmitted to the front of his body.

"Palka Wiki, ten years have passed since we last met. As a mortal, I will naturally grow old."

"Explain your reason for coming. If it's to persuade you to surrender, then I can kill you now." Pakal doesn't like to reminisce about the past. He only knows Miller because he did a lot of dirty work for this noble man ten years ago. After changing hands and being discarded as a black glove, he chose to go to the new world.

When it came to business, Pacal tried his best to stand upright, chanting the master's decision aloud,
"The Queen of the Eagle Khan of the Endless Grassland, the Triumphant General and Dictator of Kislev, the Ruler of the Four Realms, the Co-elect of the Four Gods, the Lord of Poye, the Master of Gospodar and Ugor, The rebel SS army entrenched in Ehrengrad must hand over the remains of the tsarist general and knight commander of the guards, Prokin, and those who kill the female tsarist’s loyal family members must immediately kill themselves.”

There was no so-called ridicule, the captain raised his musket and aimed at the former master. Even though the battle situation was so tense, the female tsarist still believed that the Guards Army was just a group of rebels, and thought that the army would be calmed down by Prokin.

And the death of the vampire knight, perhaps in her eyes, was just a short farewell, as long as the body was recovered, it could be revived.

Pacal smiled wryly. All the people who supported Katrin back then lost their eyes. Such a mentally handicapped move is not something a powerful leader can do.

"The female tsarist's army has withdrawn from Ehrengrad. This is sincerity. I hope the guards can also show their due spirit."

"I have no right to answer this matter." Miller did not show any welcome to the diplomats. The aiming point on the musket fuselage was always facing Pacal, and he just ordered one of his subordinates to report the matter to the general.

"I understand, but I hope you can understand the current situation. The people are no longer able to bear the war. Compared with war, the rule of vampires is far less sacrifice... Sigh." Pacal sighed deeply, Kislev was already powerless After such a big change in the pattern, the aftermath of the great holy war has not yet dissipated, and the bloody female tsar has ushered in.

And the undead army that is gathering in the wasteland does not intend to let go of the souls of mortals. Post-war reconstruction has become empty talk, whether to be reborn in the flames of war, or to be extinct.

"Don't pretend to be a saint to me, I know who you are better than anyone else."

The two sides were at a stalemate. Pacal didn't mind using the giant white bear flag as a trophy, and Miller also wanted to be relieved. If he died here, it seemed to be a good ending.

When the general came to the front, he first looked at the white giant bear flag that he had longed for in the past. He had somewhat forgotten the days of fighting under this flag, and his memory was filled with countless sacrifices and sorrow.

Those people are reminding him not to forget the past...

Looking down, he saw an old man with a bulky body. The thick leather jacket could not cover his old body, and his rapid breathing made him look even more fragile.

"Miller Yadnov, you want to die here, as a relief from the self-condemnation of your conscience..."

Miller grinned at the words, but soon stopped laughing.

A mass of objects was thrown by Lasker, the cloth strips were scattered in mid-air, and the dust was sprinkled on the ground to mix with the soil.

"This is the corpse of Prokin. Bring him to the empress, send him to the throne, and accept the worship of the vampire. This traitor who died heroically is undoubtedly your pride."

"You..." Pamir was a little suffocated. If the man who let the empress know that the man she cared for turned into flesh, the first person to suffer would be himself who was in charge of the handover. A toy for the dead.

"Don't use that kingdom theory to kidnap us. There is only one ending between me, the General of the Patriot Army, Raskol, and the bloody tsarina Katrin. Either she dies, or I die!" Raskol pulled out his hand. The pistol on his waist was pointed at the wooden pole of the White Bear flag with an instant draw.

The banner symbolizing the rightful ruler of Kislev fell in the wind, which meant that the Guards had completely broken with the Tsar's court.

"Leave here. This is my last bit of mercy to you. There is no room for negotiation between me and Katrin. Next time there are diplomats, all of them will be sent to prison."

After Raskol was cheered and left, Pakar stared at the dead Miller and said with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't expect you to be here today. When you asked me to attack Burton's widow ten years ago, it was not like this. It looks like I may have taken too many aphrodisiacs, and now I have no energy at all.”

"You are challenging the thousand-year-old order in Kislev...Even if Katrin dies, the next czar will not forget what the Patriotic Army did today..."

"The next tsar, huh... Maybe you take yourselves too seriously."

(End of this chapter)